“We all know this comes down to Lionel and his followers,” she said firmly. “Don’t let him get between the happiness you two have found together out of some bullshit sense of guilt, Darius.” A sad kind of smile tugged at his lips as he pushed to his feet before us. “The shrew has bite.” “You know I do,” she confirmed. “And I’ll prove it if you even consider pulling away from this now. Tory needs you. So get that self-loathing shit out of your eyes and be the man she needs you to be.”
